Redsand Canyon Awaken my masters.

Her father said nothing, and she had to avert her gaze. She might have been a god, but she was weak in the power of the sun, especially in this mortal form. You will answer. I know. She snarls, sullen in the face of his majesty. You will. She has no reason, o knowledge of why she was put here, in this form, of all places and times and bodies. She knows, it must be for a good cause, a good reason. It is auspicious that she is in red sand rather than the dark soil and grasses that she knows...how does she know that?

The woman snarls at the sound of a voice. She wheeled to him, with flames threatening to burst out of her sockets and towards the boy, angry for no other reason than at her own lack of awareness. What do you want with me, mortal boy?